I Don't Like Being Quiet by Tess Segal

Being quiet feels like the firework of opinion and thought is being suppressed despite its need to shine

Being quiet sounds like the deafening shriek of silence

It looks like a deep, dark ocean from which I cannot escape

It smells like gunpowder being brutally forced into containment

It feels like every minute I'm not expressing myself is another labored step towards doom

It tastes like an accidental drip of glow stick -- seemingly beautiful but pungently toxic

...I really don't like being quiet.

What We Love

Last week, we focused on hobbies or activities that we love to do. Then, we created a poem using our senses to describe that activity.

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Sketch

by Isabella Guerra

Sketching sounds like silence. 

All of the noise in my head goes away. 

Silence.
Sketching feels like I don't have to worry about anything else around me. 

I can just float into another world.
Sketching is a whiff of flowers in the spring with that touch of a fresh breeze.
Sketching is a glare of someone that doesn't have to act like something that they are not.
Sketching feels like the pencil in my hand has all of the ink to sketch me a thousand sketches.

Poetry & Description

by Ryan Bush
Soaring high above the fluffy white clouds,

Free to come and go as pleasing.

Cultures and cultures go by.

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by Noah Barboza

My shape is quite peculiar, matching the traditional picture of a figure in the night sky. The bittersweet crunch is only edible if the elusive seeds are carefully picked out. It is preferred that sugar is poured onto me. What am I?

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by Rachel Schonberger

Board onto the bus

Reunite with all my friends

The summer has begun.

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by Ben Ross

The smooth, bright colored sphere rests in the palm of my hand. 

My teeth sink through its nutritious skin and flavor hits my taste buds.

I chomp down the delicious treat all the way down to its core. 

After I finish, I plant its seeds so more can return, tastier than before.

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by Skyler Harris

World Peace

No one is fighting.

There is peace everywhere.

All people are safe.

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Anonymous

Apple

Spherical, smooth to the touch,

Rich in flavor and as sweet as sugarcane.

I take a bite and the piece slides past my lips

and into my mouth, 

a sensation of cold, refreshing bliss

rushes through my body.